The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1887-02-18
CHI CAVITY 9nllstin,
FRIDAY. FEB. IS. 1887.
ANECDOTES OF FRED ARCHER.

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Correspondents to the newspapers
continue to crafty the public taste
for anything which concern the life
and habits of the great jockey
One of the most interesting of these
communicates is personal study
contributed by Mr.. Edward Delille
to the Figaro, which so we'll illus
trates the heroworship Of which
Fred. Archer was the subject that
shall make no apology for quoting
il in full. Nj. Delille says on diff
fcrent occasions he had found him.
self by the side of the celebrated
horseman in France, England, and
the United States; thus it happened
that he had assisted at more than
one curious incident, proving that
the premier jockey of the day en-
joyed truly extraordinary prestige
everywhere. An amusing instance
of this assertion is given. Last
winter NJ. Delille was standing on
the steps of the Grand Hotel in
Trafalgar-square. Round the prin-
cipal entrance was grouped
swarm of menials, who did not
seem to trouble themselves over
much about the incoming guests.
But now hanson approached with
the rapidity of lightning, the cab
man pulled up his horse sharply,
and out stepped a young man, tall
and slim, wearing an overcoat trim
med with Astrachan reaching down
to his heels. He cast dull, tired
look around him; it was Fred.
Archer. You recognised him imme-
diately by his thin, pale, face, the
upper lip slightly raised, pushed up
by the two front teeth. Now, what
a clearing of the decks by the SER
wants! A prince of the blood
would not have been better received.
The hanson cab driver beamed with
delight at having brought such an
illustrious parsonage, and gave the
hotel servants full particulars as to
how w.. -~.. whsro he1''ad b~er
so lucky as to pick up "thc Great
Fred" Two hours afterwards, when
the salle-a-manger of the Grand
Hotel was full, all heads turned
simultaneously to see Mr.. Frederick
Archer enter the room. He was in
evening dress, and looked exceed.
ingly we'll. His cleaning linen set
off the paleness Of his complexion |;
his black, shiny hair was carefully
but simply parted-in fact, there
was not detail of his elegant tot
lette which was notperfectly correct.
Mr.. Archer, formerly stable lad,
looked at that moment like the most
distingue of gentlemen. If, how
ever, you went and seated yourself
at his table, by the side of Captain
Barclay, his constant alcolyte, you
speedily saw that Fred. Archer's
distinction was only superficial.
Sneering Tricanant also means gig
Cling every moment, and Harding
his remarks with the most malapro-
pos oaths, he spoke in drawing
nasal tone of his victories, his bets,
of all which concerned him person.
ally. 1t was money which concern
ed him most. Frederick Archer
was very misery; and the other
| jockeys, his rivals, say that the
great sobriety which distinguished
him was the result less of virtuous
tendencies than of horror of part
ing Like all true misers, Archer
not only wanted to keep all that he
had made, but to make as much
more as possible. 1t is principally
owing to this characteristic beyond
a doubt that he has died ten times
millionaire. Other English jockeys
have earned large sums; Archer is
the only one among them who knew
how to keep his money. M. Delille
tells another story of Archer at the
Folly Literally 'Foole's Theatre,
says the writer, who doubtless by a
printers error, is made to look like
well, what he dubs the play
house). 1t was in 1877, and Archer,
who had pulled off the Derby with
Lord Falmouth's Silvlo, was in the
stalls of Mr.. Toole's Theatre with
a friend. Lionel Brough, 'the
Christian of the London stage who
never loses an opportunity of q
good gag had to say, Il will fly to
such and such place as quick as
thought but, recognising the
favourite jockey among the au-
dienc, Brough exclaimed, Pll &c
quicker than Fred. Archer I'm
mediately all eyes were fixed on the
celebrated Freddy and cheers
burst out from all parts of the
house. Freddy could not stand this
fire Of glances, and colored up until
his face was redder than the CAP
which he had worn the day before
when steering Silvio to victory on